12. Vani
12
VANI
R un!
That’s what my brain is screaming for me to do. Get the fuck out of Dodge, and don’t look back.
These guys have danger written all over them, and right now the biggest of them has a raging hard-on. God damn, I shouldn’t be interested, but there’s definitely a part of me that wants to know if his erection is as big as it looks beneath his jeans.
I’m nineteen years old and the only girl I know of my age from back home who still has her V-card. It’s not because I’m a prude, but because I’d have needed to really like a guy to want him to risk my father’s wrath if we did anything. Not that many boys would because they were all terrified of him. The only one who did risk being with me didn’t hang around long enough for my dad to find out.
It was another way I felt the odd one out, and lonely. No real friends, no proper boyfriends, just the assholes at the club, and the women who came and went through the revolving door.
This huge male in front of me isn’t a boy, though. He’s a man. He’s got to be in his twenties, and right now he’s staring at me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
I remind myself why I’m here. These guys might know my sister. I have no idea how I’ll go about bringing up her name without it getting back to her, but I’m sure I can figure something out.
So maybe it’s a really bad idea, but I let myself look up from this beast’s cock and back into his eyes.
“So, when do you want to hang out?” I say, forcing myself to be brave. “Like, time and place?”
The two men exchange that knowing glance again. They seem connected. Is it just because Zane can’t speak? They’ve found other ways to communicate. I have to remind myself that Zane isn’t Saint’s twin, and there’s a third man to this strange band. I wonder what they’re like when all three of them are together.
I guess I’m going to find out.
“Come to our place in the woods tomorrow night. The mansion is secluded, so it’s perfect for a drink and a smoke,” Saint says, then adds, “and anything else we might want to do where we won’t be disturbed.”
“I don’t smoke,” I reply. “Smoking is gross.”
Zane’s expression lights up with laughter, but the sound he makes is rusty, as if the air has passed through weathered rock. He signs something, and Saint smirks.
“Fine, goody-two-shoes with the bad girl ink. We won’t smoke. Does that suit you better?”
I scowl at him. Still, I can’t back down, as I need to befriend some upperclassmen, and these bastards might be my only hope. I’m new here, but I know how hierarchical colleges are. It’s rare for people from different years to hang together.
“Do whatever you want.” I force a smile. “So, where is this place? How will I find it?”
“I’ll drop a pin in a map and show you,” Saint says. “You got your cell phone?”
I do. I take it from my pocket, open the screen, and hand it over to him. Instead of plugging a location into a map, he drop calls himself.
“There,” he grins like he’s won something, “now I’ve got your number, too. I’ll send you that pin later.”
He hands my phone back to me. Of course, it means I’ve also got his number now, though I’m not sure what I’ll do with it.
I nod. “Okay. Fine. I mean, great. See you tomorrow.”
With my heart pounding, I turn and walk away from them, back to my room before I can second guess myself and the insane thing I’ve just agreed to.
I must be fucking crazy. Going out to some house in the woods alone, with three men? Am I really so desperate for company? For connection? Yes, it would seem I am.
Once I am back in my room, I check the schedule on my laptop and see that Mr. Rossi is teaching a class in an hour. I flop down on my bed, one arm over my eyes, and try to relax. It’s been a hell of a week. I’ve agreed to meet up with some clearly dangerous men at a house in the damn woods, and if I was a heroine in a horror movie right now, I’d be the next to die.
On top of that, I’m contemplating breaking into the dean’s office to search for documents. Another frankly crazy move on my part.
I can’t explain this driving need I have to meet my sister. I don’t know her, but she shares my blood. My DNA. More, she is a mystery and, ever since I found out about her existence, thoughts of her have consumed me.
I’m not stupid. I’ve enough self-awareness to understand I’m probably trying to find my sister as a form of therapy for what happened to Mom. I lost a parent and found out I had a sister all in the space of a few days. That’s more than enough for anyone to cope with. Add in me living at a biker bar, with no real friends, and a dad who is protective but controlling, and it’s not hard to see how my sister came to be my new obsession.
I feel that by doing this I get closer to her and to Mom. While I’m trying to find her, in a small but very powerful way, it feels as if Mom is still alive.
They say a person shouldn’t make any major life decisions following a big loss, so me doing this is probably not the best plan, but I’m here now, and I feel closer than ever to finding my new family.
Once I find her, will I just leave? Turn my back on this place and go home? To what? The club? My father being there in physical form but distracted by business. My very few friends—more like acquaintances, really—scared to visit the bar.
My phone buzzes with a message from Saint. True to his word, he’s dropped a pin into a map to show the precise location of where I’ll find their hangout spot tomorrow night.
Closing my eyes, I drift into a half-sleep, the afternoon sun through the window warm on my skin…
“Do you want to see it?”
Zane is staring down at me, his gaze molten. We’re in a grand house. It’s like something from Gone With the Wind . This is not what I had imagined when they’d talked about the mansion. I had thought they meant something a little more …derelict.
Zane waits for an answer as he runs his fingers over the powerful bulge behind his zipper.
Why am I on my knees?
“You want to see his monster cock, don’t you?” The voice from behind me is darkly seductive. “You don’t have to touch. You can just look.” I glance behind me to see one of the twins, but I can’t tell which.
I nod and turn back as Zane unzips. He doesn’t hurry, in fact, he takes his time. Drawing it out, and teasing me, he slowly pulls the zipper through the teeth, and when his jeans are all the way undone, he hooks his fingers in the waistband and pushes them down.
I gasp when his cock breaks free and slaps against his stomach. What the hell? He wasn’t wearing briefs?
He’s so damn big.
“Like what you see?” he asks, a devious grin on his face.
I’m startled at his voice. I thought he couldn’t speak. Did he find his voice again?
“Would you like to lick it? Like a lollipop?” the twin asks.
I do want to. I shouldn’t … but I so do. I bet he tastes amazing. The thick veins stand out, and he pumps his length lazily as he watches me. The twin behind me lifts my hair and lets it drop gently back against my neck.
It feels delicious against my bare skin. Wait, am I naked? I glance down and gasp. My breasts are bare, and my nipples are peaked.
The air is warm, but there’s a breeze, and it brushes deliciously against my skin. Everything feels blissful and heightened.
The twin kneels behind me, and his warm hands cover my breasts, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. He places soft kisses against my spine, working his way downward. I’m breathless with anticipation at where he’s headed.
I moan, my gaze fixed on Zane working himself…
I wake with a jerk and a gasp. Oh, my God. What the hell? My core is aching, and I’m horny as hell. I’m frustrated that I woke before I got the chance to climax. Christ, what would have happened if I’d stayed asleep? Where would my subconscious have led me?
That dream was messed up. I didn’t dream about just Zane, or just Lex or Saint, but instead two of them, except I didn’t know who the twin was, as I couldn’t get a good enough look to see whether he had the mole or not.
Which would I prefer?
Saint—obviously. Yet my senses tell me there’s something deeper in him, darker, than his surface level charm would suggest.
I slide my finger inside my panties and slip between my folds. I’m wet, and I sigh at how sensitive I am when I brush over my clit. I need to go and find Mr. Rossi’s office, but I’m so primed this won’t take long.
Stroking myself, I close my eyes and let the fantasy back in. I’m awake now, and in control of it. Instead of me being on my knees for Zane, I’m on a large bed, and he’s kissing me. The twin—and in this awake fantasy he’s definitely Saint—is squeezing my breasts while Zane kisses me and gently strokes between my legs.
I increase my speed, and as I do, my breathing becomes ragged. My thighs and stomach muscles tense, and I reach for my climax, knowing I’m close. It engulfs me, and I fall over the edge with a soft cry, pushing two fingers inside myself so I can pulse around them as I come.
What would it feel like to have that massive bulge I saw in Zane’s pants shoved inside me? The thought prolongs the orgasm as I imagine myself struggling to take him, stretching around him, and him making me. He wouldn’t stop, but he’d push in and in and in until I was stuffed full of him.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as finally the waves of pleasure start to recede.
The orgasm was so long and powerful it has left me wrung out and wanting nothing more than to drift back into a sleep. I can’t, however.
No matter how much I love napping, and I do like to sleep in the day, I have shit to do. I glance at my watch. It’s just after three, which means I only have an hour to get the lay of the land.
This is risky, but what’s the point of being here if I’m not going to take a chance?
I check the map I was given at student reception. This place is so vast, I’m honestly not sure if I’ll ever find my way around. Dean Rossi pointed out his office when I was getting the tour, but it was lost in the overwhelm I was experiencing at the time from the amount of information I’d had to take in.
I grab my mini backpack, shove my phone in my pocket, turning it to silent first, and then head out the door.
The entire way to the dean’s office, I’m rehearsing reasons for being there in my head. I don’t know if he’ll have a secretary guarding the place, but it’s a possibility. I’ve already decided I’m going to ask about what rules are in place about leaving the campus. I’ve got my bike outside, and the roads around here will be perfect for riding. In fact, just the thought makes me want to get out there, and I hope I’m not going to be barred from leaving. By the time I reach the austere wooden door, I’ve worked myself into a state. There’s an alcove outside where his secretary’s desk is located, but, as I’d hoped, she’s not there.
Knocking on the door, I wait. No one answers, but I knock again, just to be sure. Then, glancing up and down the corridor to ensure I’m alone, I try the handle.
It’s locked.
I let go of the handle and lick my lips. A lock isn’t a problem for me. I’m an expert at breaking into places—things, too. I can get into the lockbox in the office at the club. I can pick most door locks, and luckily for me, this one is old school. I can steal cars, and bikes, if I want to, depending on the age and the model. I can also hack, not at the level the highly paid hackers do, but I am good enough to get into club shit I want to see. The few things they do keep online, I’ve seen, and I’ve also helped them hack other clubs sometimes. I wouldn’t want to try to break a really complicated security firewall, but hacking a local club’s accounts to see if they’re on the up and up or trying to muscle in on our world, well, that’s easy enough.
These are all the kinds of life skills you learn living in an illegal one percent club.
There’s little chance of me getting in and out of the office, and having the time to go through all the records I’m hoping will be inside, without being interrupted. There are the security cameras too, pointing at the office door. I’ll need to deal with those. Yeah, I need to come back later. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and there are too many people around.
As though I’ve conjured them with my thoughts, a gaggle of girls appears at the end of the corridor. They’re all talking over each other, and laughing, and linking arms. My breath catches, and I step away from the door.
They slow as they see me. I hope I’m not about to have a similar conversation to the one I had with Verity and her friend. I’ve had enough of being looked down upon for one day.
But one of the girls flashes me a genuine smile of warmth. “Hey, you’re new here, aren’t you?”
She’s pretty, with long, poker-straight, brown hair, and she isn’t too much taller than me.
“Yeah, I am.” I wonder if they saw me trying the door handle. “I’m Ivani.”
“Ivani,” her friend chirrups. “That’s so pretty. Where’s it from?”
I shrug. “I don’t really know. I think my Mom just liked it.”
“My mom named me after a television character she used to like,” the brunette says. “I’m Angelica.”
I stare at her, trying to think of what character that might be.
She grimaces and adds, “From Rugrats .”
“Angelica Pickles?” one of the other girls squeals. “Why the hell would your mom name you after her? Wasn’t she a bit of a bully?”
“Apparently, it was because Angelica knew exactly what she wanted, and she always got shit done.”
“Your mom is a blast,” the girl says. “I love her!”
I experience a pang of longing at their easy camaraderie. I always feel as though I don’t know what to say, or that I’m dressed wrong, or I make eye contact too much or not enough.
She turns her attention to me. “I’m Jarena. Not named after a cartoon character.”
“And I’m Faith,” the third girl adds. She has corkscrew black curls in an afro, and dark brown eyes. “I hope you’ll be happy here.”
“You know there’s a student bar,” Angelica says. “If you see us in there, hanging out, feel free to come and join us. I know how hard it can be when you first arrive and don’t know anyone.”
Warmth flows through me at the invitation. “Thanks. I will.”
Faith nods at the office door. “Dean Rossi is teaching right now. He’ll be back soon, though, if you’re trying to catch him.”
I flap a hand at the door, trying to hide my discomfort. “Oh, it’s nothing important. It can wait.”
Angelica flashes me a smile. “Sure thing. Well, we’ll see you around, Ivani.”
I watch them go, and then head in the opposite direction. I’m going to have to come back when there aren’t so many people around.